A group of some 25 met at Low Bradfield car park for the first of the new year's warts runs. All was well and the group ran in perfect unison to the top of Agden Rocher in benign conditions. At this point, the Captain issued his orders, which many distinctly heard as going to the stile, crossing the road, running along the plantation and then down the new path to the top of the Canyards, whereupon we were going to enter said wilderness and battle our way through brambles, neck high bilberry etc and so on. However, a worrying split took place with Mr Harmer deciding to suddenly split with the main group and lead a renegade group onto the road and thence onto open moorland via some easy going path. This was the last that we (the real warts) saw of them until Emlin. The real group went down into the Canyards, enjoying the full experience of this unique area and with some amazing navigational expertise which, frankly, the club should be eternally grateful for (by Ian Winterburn and me, naturally), many others would have simply sat down and resigned themselves to an early death, found our way back to the road at Bar Dyke! Ever onwards, the real group ran up the Dukes road to Hurkling Stones and then via more neck high vegetation to Emlin, where we met up with the "splitters". Much whisky and back slapping later, we found ourselves back at the cars and thence to the Nag's Head.